ALRIGHT THEN. Mettaton will be in the next chapter then! A LOT of people cried out for Mettaton, so he will be coming! (Just not this chapter or next chapter. Anyway, on with the chapter!

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The bright sun was really starting to annoy me.

It was the day of the bake sale, and most every Pta mom had come early to set up. Except for Linda, who had come a whole 2 hours earlier.

I shifted in my seat, trying to block the warm sun. Although it was getting closer to December, we still got the occasional warm day. And the blinding sun was melting all of the snow, leaving the grass damp and warm. The air was moist and humid because of it, and I was not happy about it.

The Pta moms had held the bake sale outside, in front of the school. People had set up stands selling different kinds of pastries and goods. When the kids got out of school, they would be allowed to stay after school to hang out at the bake sale.

"Now, lets see, we do have enough brownies, don't we?" Linda barked at me.

I sighed. "Yes mother. We still have fifty brownies."

Linda gave me the stink eye, and then counted them herself. I scoffed. She obviously thinks I'm going to take one. I thought. I looked over at the empty table across from ours. When is Frisk going to be here? Frisk and Sans hadn't shown up yet. I groaned. They probably aren't coming, I thought miserably.

Meanwhile, Linda wore a smile of triumph looking at Sans empty table. "It's about to start. What a shame Sans couldn't attend." She made a little hum of happiness.

I said nothing, picking at the tablecloth instead. God, I hate my mom. I thought. I wish she was more like Toriel. I bet Toriel would actually make brownies instead of buying them from the store, and let me help her make them. I gave a glance towards Linda, who was chatting with Diana. But...I just have shitty Linda.

Suddenly a loud scream interrupted my thought. I looked up.

Sans had appeared right in front of Linda, causing her to yell in shock.

"Whoops! Sorry Helen." Sans spoke up, stepping away. "I didn't know my shortcut would lead right in front of you."

Linda growled. "I'm Linda, you idiot, not Helen."

"...Right sorry." Sans said, little to no sincerity in his voice. "Where is our table again?"

"...Right over there…" Linda huffed. Sans walked over to the table casually.
I looked behind him and saw Frisk waving happily to me. I waved back when Linda wasn't looking. They walked over next to Sans and sat down.

Right behind them was a strange monster.

She was a purple lady, with a blouse and puffy shorts. She looked very spider-like, with six arms and five eyes. Just looking at her mesmerized me. She had raven black hair, styled into two pigtails. She held several differently colored boxes in her hands. She winked, (Can spiders wink?) before placing the boxes onto the table.

Using her multiple arms, the spider lady started to dish out the multiple pastries onto platters. The food was very strange, yet looked appealing.

There were cups of an amber liquid, some donuts and cakes with spider-net designs made with icing, some croissant-looking pastries, and some pies. The smell of the many different ingredients made my mouth water. The pastries smelled homemade, unlike the brownies, cookies, and cakes Linda brought at the supermarket.

Frisk put up a small whiteboard sign, written in marker. It read;

Spider Donuts…...….$2.00

Spider Cider…...$1.50

Cup of Spiders…...$1.50

Slice of Spider Cake……..…...$3.00

Slice of Snail-pies…...$2.00

Slice of Cinnamon-butterscotch pie…...$3.50

(A/n sorry they aren't perfectly straight, I don't have the time to make it completely exact. Also sorry if you're British and use pounds, I live in the U.S.)

I fished around in my pockets for any money. I needed to buy one of those treats, even if it made Linda angry with me.

Linda clapped her hands loudly, getting everyone's attention. "Hello! Can I have your attention!" The other parents looked towards her.

"Now, as you remember, whoever gains the most money from the bake sale gains a prize!" Linda chirped excitedly.

I rolled my eyes. Linda usually won these contests, and she always picked out the prize specifically with things she wants in mind. This year it was a luxury couch that conveniently matched with Linda's living room.

"So rank in those dollars people! I want to have some competition this time!" She hollered.

"Competition hm?" I heard Sans mutter. "Oh I'll give her some competition."

Just then, Linda noticed the Spider girl. "Um, Dr. Sans, what on earth is that god-forsaken creature?"

The Spider-girl huffed in annoyance, crossed two of her arms and put two of her other arms on her hips.

"Oh, do you mean Muffet?" Sans asked. "She was the head of the Hotland bake sale back in the underground, so I thought she would be helpful in this bake sale." Sans shrugged. "She is an amazing cook. But I did help make some of it with Toriel."

Muffet gave a fanged smile. "I am also the leader of all spiders. So..you don't want to make me mad deary, or I might send my lovely pets after you! Ahuhuhu!~" She chuckled.

Linda's face went pale and she quickly backed off. "A-Alright then. Let's rank up those funds people!" She shouted to the other parents.

Just then, the bell rang. Students were getting out of school, finally. Linda quickly sat back down at her station as the students spilled into the courtyard.

Students almost immediately swarmed Muffet and Sans' table. The smell of delicious food brought the students towards the stand. Kids were buying the delicious treats left and right, causing Linda's eye to start to twitch.

Only a couple kids came over to our table, swiftly buying stuff only to notice the other stand and quickly get in line.

Soon a large crowd was standing in front of Sans stand, and it came all the way back to our stand. I giggled quietly in triumph as kids had conversations with each other.

But as I smelled the heavenly pastries, my mouth started to water. I gazed upon the food in a daze. I had found a few dollars in my pocket, and there was nothing more I wanted to do then to go and buy one of Muffets pastries.

"Hey mom," I asked, praying to any deity that existed. "Is it okay if I go and buy treats for myself?"

"What? No!" Linda barked. I shrank back into my chair. "We can't have you giving money to the competition! Besides, if you give me your money you can eat our brownies."

"Oh, come on Linda," Sans spoke up over the crowd. "What kind of a parent doesn't let their kid eat quality food?" He rose an eyebrow. "I mean, it's just friendly competition, right?"
His tone of voice made it seem like the exact opposite was true.

Linda flushed awkwardly at all of the parents eyes on her. She sighed, and rubbed her forehead. She muttered. "How did he even hear me over this crowd…" Before spitting out a rushed. "Fine! Go and buy something."

I grinned happily, practically jumping out of my chair. I quickly lost Linda's gaze in the large crowd. I bumped through some people, earning some glares, but it was worth it when I finally saw Frisk writing on their notepad at the table.

"Frisk!" I called out. They looked up, and smiled when they saw my face. I waved them over, and Frisk got up and walked towards me, away from the crowd.

"Hey! Who's that Muffet girl? Her stuff looks amazing!" I commented. "Did you help make some of it?"

Frisk gave a confused glance. 'Yes, of course I helped make it.' They wrote. 'Why wouldn't I?'

"Well," I scratched the back of my head nervously. "Linda never lets me help her bake. And that's IF she bakes." I shrugged. "She just bought stuff from the supermarket and claimed it was her own creation this year, like she does pretty much every year."

Frisk's expression grew angry. 'Isn't that cheating?'

"No, not really." I replied lamely.

Frisk sighed before writing 'That really sucks. It's always fun to make pies with Toriel.' They smiled. 'You should come over one day and help make them! We are actually selling her snail pies today, along with her cinnamon-butterscotch pie.'

I gave a wide smile. "Really? That's awesome!" I eyed Frisk's table, hungrily looking at the pastries. "I brought some money with me, do you think this is enough for a Spider Donut?"

Frisk looked confused before laughing silently. They wrote down 'You don't need to pay silly! You're my friend, you can have whatever you like!' before taking my hand and leading me towards the table.

"Anything?...Anything I want?" I asked, disbelieving.

Frisk nodded.

I nearly cried of joy.

Frisk dragged me over to the crowded table. I sat down next them and took one of everything. Muffet eyed me warily.

Frisk signed something to the spider-women, and she visibly calmed down.

I sighed, happy that a giant spider woman wasn't going to kill me for eating, and took a bite into the most delicious donut I had ever tasted in my life.

It had a rich and creamy inside. Custard filled donuts… I realized. Awesome! I took another bite, relishing in the flavor.

I soon ate every single piece of delicious food Muffet had marked, and absolutely free! (Well, except for the cup of spiders. No one really ordered that, much to the dismay of Muffet.)The Spider Cider was creamy and sweet, and tasted almost like ice cream soda. (A/n basically the butter beer in Harry Potter World.) The snail pie tasted a bit strange but was still very delicious. I didn't have any of the cinnamon-butterscotch pie, since I had already tasted it.

I licked my fingers after taking a bite of the spider cake. "Are you sure I am allowed to eat all of this?" I asked Frisk warily. I didn't want to intrude on their hospitality.

"Kid, have whatever you want." Sans interrupts, counting the money in the register. "You deserve it after having to put up with Linda every single day."

Frisk nodded at Sans, and gave me a bright smile.

I blushed "Thanks a lot Sans…" I murmured.

He winked. "Don't mention it."

Soon the crowd of children started to dissolve. Kids were now checking out the other stands, and laughing with their friends. I smiled, walking to the other side of the table.

"Thanks again guys! You didn't have to waste all of those profits on me…"

"NOW JUST WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?" I heard Linda's shrill voice call out to me.
I froze. Crap... I thought

WOAHHH CLIFFHANGER :D
Yeah, I felt like splitting up the bakery into two parts. IT WOULD BE REALLY LONG OTHERWISE. And when its longer, it takes longer for me to type it out. So...yeh
Again, I thank you for your support! Please like and comment so I can feel happy! Bye! ~Bazooka Universe